Do the mother cuckoos ever come back to see if their chicks made it through okay?
For the most part, no. Although, there's a study on cowbirds, which is a species of cuckoo in North America, that suggests that actually, the female goes back to the nest and, if her egg has been rejected, she destroys the host’s nest.
So, if her egg was thrown out of the nest, the cuckoo gets rid of all the other eggs just for pure revenge?
Well, it sounds like pure revenge, but actually, what it does is it makes the host female build a new nest, so the cuckoo can try again.
I’m sorry, but it seems extremely mean.
You have to have admiration for them. I just can't believe it when I'm out there in the field and I discover, first of all, another host defence, and then, the brilliant counter-adaptation that the cuckoo has to that defence. It’s evolution in action, really, and seeing how incredibly fine-tuned it can be, it's just awesome to see.
In the field, do you find yourself rooting for one side over the other? Are you Team Parasite or Team Host?
I feel for both sides. All my fairy wrens are colour-banded and I’ve known them for years. And when a female is being parasitised, year after year, I'm just longing for her to get one of her own broods out.
But at the same time, it's just so miraculous to find a cuckoo egg and then to see how it all plays out, so I get incredibly excited every time I find a cuckoo egg. And I love the cuckoo chicks. They're beautiful.
They don’t look beautiful!
Not when they’re just hatched, but right before they fledge, they are very cute. They have fluffy feathers and short tails and big eyes.
So, in conclusion, which one is meaner: the magpie or the cuckoo?
I'd say they're exactly the same. They're both just trying to look after their young. We'd all do anything to protect our babies, and that's what they're trying to do too.
Go cuckoo with a Bachelor of Science majoring in Evolution, Ecology and Organismal Biology at ANU.
Header image caption: A male superb fairy-wren feeding a Horsfield’s bronze-cuckoo fledgling. Credit: Mark Lethlean